find myself almost moaning. I hate him for making me feel this way.
“I said you’re comin’ with me. I don’t give a shit if I have to fuck you into submission or tie your ass to the back of my bike, but you’re comin’,” he whispers as his mouth continues to torture me.
Fucking me into submission does sound good, but there is too much happening inside of me right now. Monster’s hand slips down my side and I let a moan slip out this time. He chuckles against my ear, “Put your hands above your head.” I do so without thought. He growls low in his throat. In a matter of seconds I feel something cold around my wrists. Before I can stop him he’s off the bed. I roll over and my mouth hangs open. He’s handcuffed me and my arms are trapped tight.
“What the fuck is this?” I ask holding my confined wrists out toward him.
“That’s you comin’ with me. I told you that you were comin’. You’re such a goddamn, stubborn, little shit.”
He shakes his head and starts grabbing my clothes and stuffing them into a bag.
“I’m not going with you. For one, I don’t even know where you’re going. Two, you just handcuffed me,” I yell even louder.
Monster doesn’t seem to care. He just laughs and continues packing my shit.
“You need anything else? Girl items?”
I raise my eyebrow at him, “Girl items? Really? You can’t say pads or tampons?”
“Do you need them or not?”
“No asshole. Not yet.”
He grunts and it vibrates through his muscular body. I can still remember what he felt like pressed against me. That high he makes me feel. I swallow hard. My mouth is suddenly dry from just the memories.
“What are you thinkin’ about? You’re blushin’.”
I look away from him quickly. I don’t want him to see me like that. In fact, I just want him to leave.
“Can you take these off now? Play time is over.”
“Play time has just begun. Let’s go.” He leans down and jerks the cuffs which makes me stand up.
He doesn’t let me go even as I protest the entire way outside. Monster locks the door before he stuffs my pack into one of the bags on the side of his bike. He turns back to me and smiles like an idiot looking like he’s just won the lottery. His eyes drink me in from head to toe and stop on the cuffs before his eyes come up to meet mine.
“You expect me to ride like this?” I ask as I hold the cuffs up in the air.
He nods his head, walks toward me, and lifts me up into his arms. He walks me over to the bike and sets me on the back before he places the helmet onto my head.
“What if we wreck? Huh? How am I supposed to cushion the fall?”
I’m trying everything I can think of to try to get out these things. Monster just laughs and climbs on in front of me. Glad to know I can be a source of amusement to him.
“Put your arms over my head,” he demands.
I think about ignoring him and just risk falling off, but when he growls, yes he growls, I do it. He pulls my arms down so that I’m securely plastered to his back. Never mind that it’s an amazing back.
“What if we wreck?” I ask once more just to be a pain in his ass.
“Then we go down together,” he states simply.
He slides his helmet on and revs up his bike. I tighten my arms around him and find myself strangely okay being cuffed to this man. I would have never thought that, but the way he is with me is something I could find myself getting used to. Monster doesn’t give me the option to stay away from him. It’s the opposite in fact. He gives me space when he feels I need it, but he always seems to come back; like now.
We pull out from behind the clinic and onto the main road. The wind whips around us and I rest my head against his back. His muscles tense, but then he grabs my thigh and gives it a squeeze. I don’t know what he means by doing that. Is he reassuring me, or is this something else? I’m so confused by the feelings I have for him. With everything that has happened in my life it’s hard to differentiate all these new confusing emotions from each other. Some days